i can never understand how 2 very good friends can end up in a violent brawl, no matter what the circumstances are. because in the very first place, will a good friend of yours even start criticising you, to the extend of you heating up? surprisingly, hell broke loose today morning, which agitated and angered me enough to tell both of my friends off rudely, and right in front of all of their classmates.

even when i was in between the both of them, they couldn't stop scolding each other, and yes, my ears had to suffer. not because of the amplitude of their voices, not because of their courage to hurl abuses at each other in front of all of their classmates, including mrs ang, not because one of them had the other's neck all scratched red and shirt torn, and not because of that stupid third guy bastard standing at the doorside, not helping to break this fight off, i got so angry, i blew my top and shouted at the both of them. my point was crystal clear: why should friends fight?

you know, i didn't think my act was gallant, or described as proud or brave. it somehow came out naturally, like it was spirited within me, and it came out with the only intention to want this fight between my 2 good friends to stop. i screamed at them because i was angry, and i was infuriated because the both of them actually continued fighting even when i stepped in. if i was any of them, i'd feel guilty for pulling my friend in into this quarrel that solely belongs to the both of us, thus, it should affect only the both of us. however, my reprimanding didn't stop them from fighting. they went on and on, and mrs lena ang came out, and told me nicely to walk away. and so, i did as told.

you know how bad i'll feel if my friends are being pulled in into a quarrel that shouldn't involve them?

speaking about friendship, it is the core factor that interests students to come to school. can you imagine a school without friends? not like you don't have friends because all of them hate you, but you're prohibited to make friends. no assembly, no recesses together, no chances of any student to communicate with each other; classrooms seperated into smaller sections with no windows and a small table with 2 chairs for the teacher and the student himself/herself; bell rings, teacher leaves the room, locks the door, and wait for the next teacher to unlock the door herself; no friends at all? will you survive? i know i won't for even 20 minutes, that's for sure.

you know how powerful friends are? they make or break your day; they accompany you to toilets; they watch a movie with you; they take the same transportation as you do; they keep you awake during lessons; they stand up for you; they'll be there for you whenever in need; and fuck, they practically do all the small little sweet things which you obviously won't be aware, because they do it so often enough, it becomes second nature. when's the last time you praise your friend? honestly, sometimes i admire myself for having such good friends (oh, did i just say i admired myself?).

people say friendship is an affinity. some say friends are god-sent. in any way, show some love, for god knows how long you can be with them.